"She saved Zhan'er, although it was unintentional, but it was also fate, I really can't imagine, if something happened to Zhan'er that day......" The princess's voice choked, Zhan'er's life and death, not only means that she will be worried as a mother, but also represents the peace and glory of the East Palace Prince's Mansion, at the beginning, if it wasn't for the emperor's love for Zhan'er, the eldest grandson, the prince's position is unknown, and as the eldest son, if you can't be the prince, it's a dead end.

Mama Shan came all the way, she knew these hidden secrets, and when she heard the princess say this, she comforted: "His Royal Highness the eldest grandson is a real dragon, and he is protected by the god of golden armor. ”

The crown princess smiled, "No, the two of them are blessed, and I will wait to enjoy the blessings." ”

"Look at what you said, not all of their blessings come from the crown prince and you, and you can't enjoy it too much."

"Listen to what Mama said. Speaking of which, our blessings are all given by our father, and the blessings of the world all point to the emperor. ”

Sun Qingyang, who was said to be blessed by the crown princess, was taking morning classes in Duanmu Hall in Xuanwen Pavilion.

After resting for half a month due to illness, Princess Xianning not only sent people to greet her a few times, but also visited her in the East Palace herself, and her body recovered.

As for being poisoned and set on fire, because I can't find out for the time being, I can only figure it out slowly.

Because Princess Xianning is a few years older than them, the single-day morning class arrangement is not the normal homework process of Princess Xianning, but the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting suitable for the girls in the boudoir.

Among these four things, Sun Qingyang only learned two things that were acceptable, calligraphy and painting.

Yongcheng didn't have any good teachers, and these two things were taught to her by her parents.

Compared with He Jiayu, Yuan Yuanwei and Yuan Yuanzhi, the sisters are proficient in the four arts, she is much inferior.

The young lady from the noble family, if you can't be proficient in the four arts, you can't get on the stage because of your lack of talent, especially if you can't be beautiful, if you can't be both talented and beautiful, it will become an embroidered pillow, not only the girl herself, but also her parents will be laughed at, there is a simple look, even if you lack talent, you can still get a spiritual beauty, honest and honest reputation, so like Sun Qingyang, it will be considered empty and beautiful, and the word "talented woman" who was praised before is just because people in small places have not seen the world, and they take sparrows as phoenixes.

Yuan Yuzhi poked her head from her own bookcase, saw several ink balls painted by Sun Qingyang, and exclaimed, "Yo, look at Sister Sun's painting, what is it?" ”

He Jiayu immediately ran to the back to see, Yuan Yuwei didn't want to come, but she couldn't stand her sister's eyes, so she also walked over.

Princess Xianning thought for a moment, and also walked over and stood behind Sun Qingyang.

I saw that on the rice paper of the bookcase shop in front of Sun Qingyang, a few ink circles were drawn by ghosts.

Sun Qingyang was calm, "This is the leaf of the peony. ”

Yuan Yuzhi disagreed, "Peony? You're not even a tadpole. ”

Yuan Weiwei also felt strange, "Shouldn't the branches and leaves of the peony be painted with a little rouge dipped in juice green, or slightly mixed with three greens in the juice green?" ”

"I paint ink-colored peonies, using black and white through the change of light and shadow, the shade of ink to express the elegance, beauty, wealth and nature of the peony."

"Are you successful? Don't talk big and brag. Yuan Yuwei was disdainful, just now the teacher asked a few of them to pick their own instruments to play a song, only Sun Qingyang simply replied, no, even the teacher who has always been moody and invisible, showed a displeased expression.

A few of them learn to paint, but can only paint a size, peony is the most difficult to paint flowers and birds, a little careless, it will make it lose its due nobility and elegance, painting tigers is not an anti-dog, Sun Qingyang said, not only she doesn't believe it, but He Jiayu also doesn't believe it.

But He Jiayu shouted happily: "Really, then we can enjoy it." ”

She took two more steps closer and turned her head, looking genuinely happy.

Seeing Sun Qingyang looking up at her, she hugged Sun Qingyang's shoulder and grinned: "Qingyang, the freehand peony of Xu Xishan of the Southern Tang Dynasty of the Fifth Dynasty, often uses thick pen and thick ink to write the calyxes of branches and leaves, and a little light color, you can show the smart meaning of 'spirit bursting out', I didn't expect us to be so blessed." Hee-hee, do you want to give it to me this time, even if it's a gift on that day? ”

He Jiayu's tone was full of appreciation, and he even did not hesitate to use this painting as a tribute to Sun Qingyang and her, which made Sun Qingyang feel strange, is this still the person who choked her with a gun and a stick at first sight?